Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals! I only own my OC, Juliet Jordan Gilbert, and any other characters I make up along the way!
Author's Note: On to the next chapter!
Hey, I just thought of a really good song for Klaus and Juliet at this point in the series. It's called "What About Now" by Daughtry and I've basically been listening to it on repeat while thinking about them. Give it a listen!
Enjoy!
I loved the way New Orleans had parties. They seriously went all out, like tonight. It was Halloween, and New Orleans was throwing an All Hallows Eve party. The streets were filled with raging partygoers, exotic food, and upbeat music. Even though I missed my home in Mystic Falls, New Orleans made up for it with its craziness.
However in all the craziness, a certain petite witch had gone missing. Since losing Charlotte, I found myself becoming more protective of Davina, so I had been trying to call her for the past couple of days with no answer. She finally answered as I left one of the stores in the city. "Jeez, finally! I've been trying to get a hold of you for days. Thanks for leaving a sister hanging."
Davina sighed. "I know, I should have called you back. I didn't want you to worry. I just... things are complicated."
"Too complicated for you to just shoot me a text to let me know you aren't dead?" I asked. "Josh told me that you've practically dropped off the face of the Earth. Are you in any kind of trouble? Are you okay? Seriously, where are you?"
"I'm fine. I'll be back soon, I promise," She said. "And... thanks for calling. It's good to hear your voice."
"Dav-" I started, and I frowned when I heard the familiar tone of the call being ended.
"Well, that was rather rude!" I heard from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Klaus.
"I guess she has a reason to be secretive," I said as I turned my body fully to face him. "Everyone seems to want her dead." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Did you need something?"
"Well, I have a rather long list of people I need to track down and deal with, and at the top of that list is a certain runaway witch," Klaus said.
I gave him a look. "You know, when people run away, it's because they don't want to be found."
"And for good reason," Klaus allowed. "Had I magically resurrected the insane, vampire-hunting father of my sworn enemy, I'd be hiding too!"
My attitude dropped. "What?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Mikael the Destroyer, back from the dead. And, by all accounts, under the complete control of your little friend, Davina," Klaus said.
I instantly grew worried. "Klaus, I swear, I had no idea what she was up to. And even if I did want to help you, I can't. I don't know where she is. Besides, you've got hybrid hearing. She wouldn't fess up."
"Oh, on the contrary, love," Klaus started. "You just had to know how to listen. Let this be hybrid lesson number two. For instance, I heard cicadas, and I heard tans, but the real giveaway was the church bells. Did you know Davina's family owns a little cabin in Terrebonne Parish? It's been abandoned for years! But, a brief glimpse at a map showed its just a mile from the loveliest little chapel."
I looked at him suspiciously. "And your plan is...?"
"Well, the way I see it, if Davina wants to use Mikael to kill me, we just have two options. One, you reason with her. Two? Well, I don't think you'd like two very much," He smirked.
I groaned. If Klaus went to Davina without me, she'd end up in a lot of trouble. Even though she could handle herself, Klaus was still Klaus. "Alright. I pick the music, though."
"You have terrible taste!"
"Since when was Taylor Swift terrible taste?"
Klaus smirked as we drove down the busy streets. "Doesn't this remind you of the good old days?" He asked.
I snorted. "What good old days? Do you mean the summer that you kidnapped me and my friend and forced us to follow you around?"
"I prefer seeing it as I gave you the summer of your life by taking you on a cross country road trip," He retorted, making me roll my eyes.
"One, no matter how much I begged, you wouldn't take me to Disney World, so I'm not going to call that a road trip. Two, I was being held against my will, and the last time I checked, that was the exact definition of kidnapping."
"Actually, the exact definition of kidnapping is taking someone away illegally by force, usually typically to obtain a ransom," He said matter-of-factly.
I gave him a look. "You have that definition pretty down, don't you?"
He shrugged. "When you're me, you have to have the logistics down."
I actually smiled a little as I looked down at my hands and then back up at the road. "So what are you gonna do? Kill Davina as soon as you see her?"
"As much as I'd love to, I highly doubt you'll allow that to happen," Klaus said. "Why do you care so much about that girl, anyways?"
I shrugged a little. "I don't know. I feel for her, I guess. Having no family, being thrust into the world of the supernatural, people you care about dying left and right." I looked over at him. "Ring a bell?"
He purposefully ignored the connection I was trying to make. "You don't have no family. You still have Elena and Jeremy and Caroline and Charlotte and my family," He said. "My family is your family."
I scoffed. "Right, like I really want to be part of a family where the mother is a crazy body jumping witch that's hell bent on putting her children into new bodies and turning them into her own personal witch dolls."
Klaus opened his mouth to argue, but just nodded his head in agreement. "Fair enough."
"So what are we gonna do about Esther?" I asked. "We can't just kill her."
"You're right, she'll just jump into another body," He growled as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "If I somehow manage to thwart that nasty little inconvenience, she'll rejoin the bloody witch ancestors and haunt me from beyond. But, right now, Mikael has the white oak stake. He needs to die first."
"You're going to go up against Mikael-not just Mikael, but Mikael with the white oak stake-completely empty handed?" I asked. "I want to be able to show Charlotte her Dad's real face, not just a picture while I muse over how stupid he was."
Klaus smiled and tapped his inner jacket pocket. "I've taken precautions." He nodded down at it, and I felt my face burn a little as I reached into his pocket awkwardly as he moved his head a little to keep his focus on the road. I felt around for a second, feeling my face burn all the more, before I finally pulled out Papa Tunde's blade.
"Great, just what we need," I grumbled as I relaxed against the seat. "Papa Tunde's Knife-Happy blade. I must admit, you have an impressive arsenal."
"You know, my parents dedicated their lives to making me feel weak and afraid. I've killed them once already. I can do it again," Klaus said.
I nodded at him as I slipped Papa Tunde's blade into my own inner jacket pocket, not wanting to reach over and put it back into his while he was still driving. "Well, at least you won't be doing it alone this time. I'll be with you."
He looked a little surprised as he looked over at me but while still keeping his focus on the road. "Really?"
I nodded. "I've suffered your parents wrath for too long. Either you kill them to shut them up or I will."
I spotted a bar out of the corner of my eye, and I tapped Klaus's arm. "Pull over, I need a drink."
"Why?" He asked.
"It's pretty much the only thing that's been curbing the cravings," I said as he pulled over into the parking lot. I got out of the car and went straight inside, stepping towards the bar and lifting myself on to the table.
"You know," he started as I ordered two beers. "You are nothing like the old Juliet."
I tilted my head to the side a little. "I just assumed that was a good thing. The old Juliet let people walk all over her."
"On the contrary, I think the old Juliet was braver than anyone I've ever known," He said as the bartender got us our beers. "She was brave enough to try and stand me up at my own family's ball."
I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I thought back to the Mikaelson ball that had occurred the day after Klaus and I had first slept together. "God, that was such a long time ago," I said as I threaded my fingers through my hair, resting my elbow on the bar. "I'm not going to lie, the only reason I actually came was because that dress was too cute to be left in a box."
"Right, sure," Klaus fake-agreed as he took a drag of his beer. "Do you remember it?"
I nodded. "I got all my memories back, remember? In fact, I remember the exact moment I had received my invitation."
I had planned on staying in bed all day long, letting the guilt over the fact that I had slept with Klaus eat away at me when I heard a knock on the front door from the kitchen. I put down the mug of tea I was going to drink in my room and walked over to the door. However when I got there, there was no one, but there was a box wrapped up in a neat, red bow.
I picked up the box, grabbed the mug, and went up to my room. I set the mug on my desk and tossed the box on to the bed as I undid the box. I lifted the lid off of the box, and there was an envelope with my name written on it in elegant script on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. I opened up the envelope and raised my eyebrows as I read what was on it.
Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven o'clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebration.
That stupid ball that Elena was going to attend because Esther wanted to meet her? I had been invited? I just assumed that I wasn't going because I hadn't been invited.
I flipped the invitation over and my heart skipped a beat as I read what was written on the back.
Your favourite colour. Save me a dance.
Fondly, Klaus.
'Fondly'? I thought to myself as I dropped the letter to the side and reached into the box, pulling away the tissue paper. He's acting like he wasn't just fondling me last night.
I felt breathless as I grabbed the dress, pulling it out of the box. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever laid eyes on. It was a red, tube top ball gown, with diamonds forming an intricate design on the top part and the skirt being full.
"Really?" I asked myself aloud.
"You were the most awkward person I had ever laid eyes on that night," Klaus said as he continued to drink from his beer. "So skittish."
My hair sat in curls in a fancy updo as I stepped into the newly renovated Mikaelson mansion. I had black gloves on my hands that had come with the dress. At my throat sat the necklace that Klaus had gotten me when he realized that he had missed my birthday back in January. It was the only thing that I could think to wear tonight.
I squared my shoulders as I straightened my back and strolled towards the dance floor. If I saw Klaus tonight, I would not react. If I saw Klaus tonight, I would not react. If I saw Klaus tonight, I would not-
My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened as I caught sight of Klaus in a tux looking over at me. His face dropped into one of awe as he took my form in, and he began walking over to me.
Memories of last night began flooding through my mind, and I felt my face turn as red as my dress. I immediately grabbed the skirt of my dress and lifted it up a little so that I wouldn't trip over it as I turned around and began powerwalking into the crowd, determined to get lost. I looked behind me and sighed in relief when I realized I had lost him, but when I turned back around to face in front of me, the cheeky bastard was standing right in front of me, a grin on his face as he held his hand out and said, "Care to dance?"
"I think I had the right to be skittish," I pointed out as I pointed my bottle at him. "I had just slept with the enemy, and then he was asking me to dance."
This dance looked fairly easy. I just had to follow the steps of everyone else, because everyone else seemed to know what they were doing. I turned towards Klaus and put on hand on his shoulder as I held his hand, Klaus's other hand going to the small of my back.
He smiled at me as he said, "I'm glad you came."
"Well, it was either this or laying in bed all night feeling horribly guilty," I told him sharply. If I kept him at arm's length, I could get through this dance.
His expression changed into an even softer one. "About last night," he brought up. "It was-"
"A one time thing," I cut in, looking around at the rest of the dancers to make sure that no one was paying attention to our conversation. Matt was dancing with Rebekah, Elijah was dancing with Caroline, and Elena and Damon were dancing pretty intensely so I assumed I was safe. I looked back over at Klaus, who's face looked a little crest fallen. "It was a one time thing that is never to be repeated."
"And why not?" Klaus asked as we twirled, my skirt swirling. "Last I checked, we were quite good at it. I've honestly been wondering why we hadn't done it during the summer."
"Because you were an insane psychopath who kidnapped me in the summer," I retorted. "You're ruthless and mainpulative and a murderer-"
"That may be true, but you still slept with me," He said with a cheeky grin on his face. "Come on, admit it. Underneath that good girl act you have going on, there is a lure to darkness."
I tightened my grip on his shoulders as I bit my tongue, trying not to retort. This was hardly the place to have this conversation, so I would be the bigger person and try to keep calm. "Just change the subject, please."
"Fine," he agreed. "How about we talk about how ravishing you look in that dress?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "I didn't even know I was coming to this thing until three hours ago. I didn't exactly have time to find a fairy godmother."
"And the necklace that I gave you for your birthday?" He prompted. "What's your excuse for wearing that?"
My eyes followed his gaze down to my necklace, and I bit my tongue again as I looked away from him. I could sense that he had a smug, satisfied look on his face because I wasn't able to give him a good answer other than the fact that I had just wanted to wear it. He had me, and he knew it.
"That was truly a night to remember," Klaus mused as we knocked our bottles together.
"It was one of the only good moments that we seem to have gotten," I agreed as I lifted the bottle to my lips. I tilted my head back. "You know, in moments like these, it's easy to forget who we are."
"And who are we?" Klaus prompted.
"Hybrids," I answered. "Murderers. Sad. Lonely. Hurt. Just...not human." I looked over at him and smiled. "But moments like these...real talk, a beer, a friend...these are the moments that remind me of blissful humanity can be."
"Well, I think humanity is overrated," He said.
I fiddled with my fingers. "I guess that's the one place where the two of us disagree."
Klaus nodded, letting his hand rest next to mine. Very closely next to mine, might I add. His pinkie finger brushed against mine, and I felt this weird pick up in my chest as I looked over at him, trying to decipher what he was trying to do.
"How about a dance?" He suddenly asked.
I looked around at the practically deserted bar. "But there's no music."
"That's never stopped us before," Klaus said as he hopped off of the bar stool.
I shrugged a little as I agreed, getting up and taking his hand. We positioned ourselves in the waltz format, like we were at the Mikaelson ball, and we began to sway as I thought back to the rest of the evening at the ball that night.
I smiled as I gazed at the horse that was outside. I had no idea why the Mikaelsons had a live horse, but it was pretty, and I needed a breather from the ball after I had finished the dance.
"Do you like horses?" I heard, and I looked behind me to see Klaus strolling over.
I wrapped my shawl tighter around me as I looked back at the horse. "I used to beg my Dad every day for a horse when I was a kid. I was too young to understand that my father couldn't actually keep a horse in our house, no matter how much I offered to clean up after it. I threw such a fit it was unbelievable."
"I can actually believe that," He said as he stood next to me. "After all, you did yell at me for killing at woman after you tried to call Elena back in the summer."
It brought a smile out of me as I lifted a shoulder. "What can I say? I like getting my own way."
"Well, that's something the two of us have in common," He said, and when I looked over at him again, I noticed him leaning in closer to my face.
I instinctively took a step backwards, looking around me to see if there were any witnesses. "Whoa, what the hell are you doing?"
"About to kiss you?" He said.
"Yeah, I know, but why?" I asked. "It's not like we're together. We just had sex once." I shook my head. "Listen, can you just tell me why you invited me here tonight? It's been bothering me all night."
Klaus smiled. "I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?"
I gave him a look. "So all those times you've threatened me, almost hurt me, and hurt the people I care about were just tokens of your affection?" I scoffed a little. "I'm sorry if it's a little hard to believe."
"Is it, really?" Klaus asked as he stepped closer to me, and I fought the urge to step back. "You're beautiful, strong, confident, and determined to protect your own. Not to mention you're not afraid to tear into me. It's truly admirable." He shrugged a little. "I enjoy you. In fact, I rather enjoyed you very much last night."
I nodded a little. "Well thanks. But that doesn't mean what we did last night was right."
"Why couldn't it be right?" He asked.
I huffed. Why was he so determined? "Because I'm me and you're...you and I just didn't think anything through when I came to you last night. Plus...you and I aren't even friends."
"We could change that, you know," He said.
I didn't answer, instead looking over at the horse and stroking its beautiful neck, occasionally patting it. Being friends with Klaus didn't seem like a good idea. Being more than friends with Klaus was just asking for trouble.
"You know, uh, horses are the opposite of people," He started, and I looked over my shoulder at him. "They're loyal." He chuckled ruefully as I stepped back from the horse and let him continue. "My father hunted me for a thousand years and the closest he ever came was the day he killed my favourite horse. He severed its neck with his sword as a warning."
I shook my head a little as I furrowed my eyebrows. "That's awful, Klaus. I'm sorry your Dad was horrible. I don't blame you for killing him. Dude was a creep."
Klaus smiled, and the two of us ended up laughing. I looked at him and felt myself crumbling a little on the inside at the smile on his face, the way his blue eyes lit up. He really was cute.
He stopped laughing and offered me his hand. "Can I show you something?"
I hesitated as he said, "Come on. It's something that a friend would do."
I gave him a look as I lifted my hand and put it in his.
I was so lost in my memory that when Klaus twirled me, and I turned around, I frowned when I saw that he was no where to be found. I went back outside and saw that the car was still there, but he was gone.
Oh, he was going to regret ditching me.
The best thing about being a hybrid was the vampire and werewolf speed combined. I picked up Klaus's trail, ditched the car because going on foot would be faster, and ran and ran until I found him and Mikael fighting in the middle of the forest.
Mikael clearly had the upper hand, as he had Klaus in a choke-hold and the white oak stake in hand. Klaus was fighting desperately to get Mikael off of him, but Mikael managed to stab him in the shoulder.
Klaus's piercing scream was the last thing I needed to kick start my brain, and I reached into my jacket for Papa Tunde's blade as I raced over to Mikael. Mikael was too focused on Klaus to notice me, so he had no way of defending himself as I stabbed him deeply in the back with the blade.
Mikael roared in pain as he dropped Klaus, who fell to the ground in a heap. I grabbed the back of Mikael's head and turned his head so that he could see who had stabbed him in the back. "Remember me?" I asked, and I kicked him in the back of the knees so that he fell down next to Klaus. The knife disappeared into Mikael's chest as he dropped.
Klaus looked from Mikael to me, and I got down to his level so I could yank the stake out of his shoulder. "On the count of three," I warned. "One-" and on one, I tore the stake out of his shoulder, prompting him to let out another scream of pain.
"What happened to two and three?" He asked.
I offered him my hand. "It's easier when you aren't expecting it."
Klaus accepted my hand as I helped him stand up. "Where did you get Papa Tunde's blade?"
"I forgot to give it back to you back at the bar," I explained, and I shoved him a little. "Which, by the way, you ditched me at. Why the hell did you come after Mikael alone?"
"I didn't want you to get hurt," Klaus answered.
"Well, I think it's pretty clear that I can take care of myself and of you," I smirked, but my smile dropped quickly. "Wait, where's Davina? Did you do something to her? Right when I wasn't around-"
Klaus rolled his eyes at me as he cut me off. "Davina's fine. She'll wake with a spectacular headache, but given her intentions for me, she should count herself lucky."
I sighed in relief, putting my hand to my chest. "Thank God."
Klaus smirked. "'Course, if you drop dead of a heart attack, I may have to kill her on general principle."
I shoved his shoulder again. "You suck." I pointed a finger at him. "But in all seriousness, don't hurt her, okay? Because if you hurt her, I'll be forced to kill you, and I really don't want Charlotte to know that I'm the reason her father is dead."
Klaus laughed. "Duly noted. But you have my word."
I reached forward and hugged him, putting my head on his chest. He hugged me back as I said, "Thank you. I know it's hard for you to let people who've wronged you go, so thank you." I pulled back, our hands still on each other. "You're shaping up to be someone Charlotte would be proud of."
Klaus lifted an eyebrow. "Just Charlotte?"
I flushed a little as I backed away from Klaus, turning my face away as I said, "Let's just say she's not your only fan."
"So what was so important that you had to show me right now?" I asked, my hand still in Klaus's as we walked into one of the rooms in the mansion.
"One of my passions," He answered as we stopped in front of the paintings.
I smiled as I drank them in. "Oh, wow. Did you do all of these?"
Klaus smiled. "Yeah, um...actually one of my landscapes is hanging at the Hermitage, not that anyone would notice."
"Wow," I said as I looked over at him. "I didn't know I slept with the next Michelangelo."
He smirked at my comment. "Have you been?"
"Apart from our little 'road trip' as you liked to call it this summer, I've never really been anywhere," I answered. "I've never been outside of America."
"I'll take you," Klaus offered, and I looked over at him. "Anywhere you want. Rome, Paris...Tokyo?"
That made the two of us laugh, and I said, "Well I've always wanted to eat a sushi roll from where it all started." I shifted through the little drawings that he had as I thought to somewhere I wanted to visit. "Actually, there is one place I've always wanted to go."
"Where?" He prompted.
I shook my head at my thought as I looked back over at him. "I know it's silly, but I've always wanted to go to New Orleans."
"New Orleans?" He responded.
I nodded. "Especially at Mardi Gras."
"Are you religious?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Not particularly, but I want to go for the party. New Orleans sounds like such a lively city. With everything that's been going on lately, I want nothing more than to leave Mystic Falls behind and party all night long, and there is no better place to do it than New Orleans during Mardi Gras."
"I'll take you, then," Klaus said as he reached over and took my hand before I could stop him. "Whenever you want."
I swallowed the bulge in my throat as I tore my hand away from him. "Say I believed you. Why me? Why are you so intent on showing me the world? Again, we aren't friends, and we've only slept together once-and trust me, I'm pretty determined to keep that number at one. So why me?"
Klaus didn't hesitate as he looked at me intensely. "Because you were the first person to look at me as a person first and a monster second."
Oh, a little voice in my head said. I shook my head a little. "You know, it's weird. One second I think I've got you all figured out, and then the next you blow my mind. It's like...you try to understand people, but you're no good at doing it, so you resort to trying to buy them off." I gestured down at my dress, and the necklace, both gifts from him. "But then you say something like that and it makes me think that there is a real genuine person inside that deserves a chance."
"And? Does he?" He prompted.
I took a deep breath as I looked down at my hands. "I...I don't know yet," I finally allowed, looking over at him. I felt awful at the look on his face. He looked so full of hope at first, but then his face dropped when I told him my answer.
I think it was time for me to go. "I'm sorry," I offered weakly. "Maybe I should go."
"Maybe you should," He agreed.
I nodded, picking up my skirt and turning around. The only sound in the room was the click clacking of my heels as I left the room. I stopped at the door and looked over my shoulders at Klaus, who was watching me go.
The emotional part of me wanted to go back to him, to comfort him, but the rational part of me, the part that reminded me of who he was and what I would be getting myself into, made me turn around and walk out the door.
TBC...
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Red Door...
'THE VAMPIRE DIARIES' NINA DOBREV APPEARS IN FLASHBACKS AS TATIA, THE ORIGINAL DOPPELGÄNGER — In order to show Elijah that her plan is what's best for him, Esther forces him to relive a time long ago when he loved a young woman named Tatia. With the help of Marcel, Hayley goes on a mission to find Elijah but is torn when she finds out Juliet needs her as well. Elsewhere, Juliet finds herself in a dangerous situation when Mikael takes her hostage as a way to lure Klaus to him, and Davina makes an upsetting discovery about Kaleb's true identity. Lastly, a violent confrontation ensues when Klaus comes face-to-face with Mikael.
